Raising Bryant (a tribute to moms)
As I have become a grandfather my thinking is changing. And, to be honest, I’m not sure how to describe it. I seem to simultaneously be looking back while looking forward. I think a lot about my childhood. Not school, but home life. My family, my house… just what life was like when I was a child and what really made it great. Because it was. While thinking about my childhood, I think about Bryant’s also. And pretty soon it will be Bryant and Easton’s that I’m thinking about. I think mom’s are key to a childhood being described as “great”. Whether it was the mom that birthed you or the one that raised you or the aunt or sister that loved you, if your childhood was great, there was most likely a “great” woman in your life. Let me tell you about a few in mine. Mom taught me about grace. How to love everyone. Tammy (my wife and mother to my awesome son and awesome daughter) taught me about being selfless. How to give and give until you’ve given all and then somehow giv